his is East Hull, my stomping grounds need no introduction
From Greatfield to Bransholme, everybody's into something
Ugly faces, foul places, ignoring all the repercussions
Mate I roar on keys, percussion, I be dotting these productions
Life is a pit, all these snakes be cobra clutching
Perma-state is so disgusting, when I spray these flows, can't fuck with
From today til old and dusted, throat decay, need Robitussin
Catch the train over to London, bout to take over the function
Off my Beano feeling fine and Dandy
See what Guymer fancies, 17 racking lines of candy
Dealing with Sids, intertwined with Nancies
Might fuck around and sort my head out if the time is handy
I'm just tryna do a milli, no promo
Then not give a fuck about the money like Joe Solo
ID used to be the hat with the logo
Loyalty is dead, we don't know about a bro code
Running round with some people I could never trust
Way before I put in heavy mileage on the Megabus
Uh, my bank account never sees a plus
CDs are tough, funding them before my needs and musts
New York Bangers.com with the instro
I gotta say salute to New York, provided inspo
Whoa, I mix the wine with the Vimto
Kidnapped at age 12, now you big up your Jim Jones
Bacdafucup like the Onyx is here
On Skate Park, the diet was just chronic and beer
See there's no friendships, we're all just onit with gear
I'm sicker than everybody, this that vomit premier
And that goes for top tier or your mates who rhyme
I'ma bring a Brit Award back to HU9
Put it in my Mam's gaff, the display can shine
Or fuck it, I might just swap it for a plate with lines
Ayo, fuck a hotel, I've never been cosey touring
Rather come home so I can hear Rosie snoring
I aren't tryna hear you spitting 'cause your flows be boring
Wake up and go get it, it's about to be a stovey morning
Without warning, I hear the money calling
But I left my phone on silent, situation so alarming
Ponzi Scheme of payday loans, that's what I call balling
Creditors and their affiliates like the Killa Bees swarming
My tooth the only thing around here that's fucking sweet
Three sugars in a cup of tea, and everything is tongue-in-cheek
Baby got back, I'm tryna put my tongue in cheeks
She said "you coming back for seconds?", can't 'cause I cum in three
Told me "keep that to yourself, 'cause it ain't a flex"
Blue tick on your account, but you pay for checks
Real versus fake, gwed, you can place your bets
Never pay your debts, fuck the companies who make their threats
Tryna meet our clients needs so I can raise them up
'Cause most of them got their arms filled with razor cuts
I mean fileted to fuck, honestly mate it's rough
Every day is tough, plus I don't think we get paid enough
Asking vague questions won't give you clear answers
All these soul destroying jobs are the real cancers
Need rescuing from the pit, well here's your chance to
Nah, just throw on another banger that we'll dance to
And bell them grafters on peddle bikes who peddle white
I hope they get a better life, still come bring us a better night
They aren't tryna start shit but they'll settle fights
Who cares about us anyway? Our future was never bright
Preaching to the choir, never broke through
Forever stand on my beliefs, always spoke truth
Remember when Lucky Star burned in '02?
Course we do bro, that's Huey Lewis and the Old News
Killing every track, check the murder rate
Not much further away from serving plates at a burger place
Keep your head up, nose clean, stay off that herb and flake
City on my back, salute my motherfucking vertebrae
IT'S EAST HULL